My mom has quite a few scars from being a cancer survivor. One of her most prominent—- dysphasia. The radiation needed to knock out the cancer also knocked out her ability to swallow like a normal person. She has been mostly reduced to soft foods like potatoes, eggs, and of course liquids. She has had multiple EGD’s done and each recovery has been more painful than the last. She hasn’t had one since November I believe. Too afraid to go through it all for barely noticeable results. Despite all of this, something has been shifting somehow. She’s been eating more solid foods— she even ate fish a few nights ago. Tonight she down a very large (for her standards at least) plate of food. It’s amazing the things I took for granted before she got sick. I try now to always remember that even Sunday dinners with my mother are the most revolutionary of nights.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.